"Although I don't like Wei's family, it doesn't hinder the silence of the sarcasm. So in the afternoon, I signaled the brother who was picking up the guests to accept the birthday gift from the Wei family's concubine and send it out."

Ouyang Rong's face calmed down a little, and he asked casually: "Will you send it out after receiving the gift? I'm traveling all the way to Longcheng to give gifts, so I won't leave a meal, and I'll receive a family banquet? I'll win over my feelings?"

Li Guer frowned:

"Otherwise, what else should I do? Why should I receive him with a family banquet? This Wei family's concubine is just an outsider. For family banquets, I don't like to show up in front of outsiders. I'm just helpless to paint in the street this afternoon, so I can only take off my veil."

Ouyang Rong was curious and puzzled: "Aren't I an outsider too?"

Li Guer, who was not wearing a purple gauze, glanced at him without answering, and continued to say clearly:

"Besides, we still have important people to entertain and appreciate the family dinner tonight, which is much more important than it, so why should we keep an outsider for dinner?"

Ouyang Rong looked at her sideways and kept silent.

Li Guer looked at him with a smile, as if looking forward to his revenge.

It’s a pity that someone pretends to be confused and has been certified by a certain young junior sister.

Li Guer seemed to see this, so he had no choice but to speak out:

"Ouyang Lianghan, my mother is cooking tonight. Brother and I rarely eat it. Are you sure you don't go and try it?"

"Not such a blessing." Ouyang Rong shook his head and drank tea. As if he remembered something, he put down the tea cup and asked in a low voice:

"Since your surname is Li, you should be quite familiar with some imperial family affairs. There is one thing I have always been very curious about."

"What's the matter?"

"The current emperor's surname is Wei, so does she have a name?"

Li Guer's eyes showed some strange expressions, and he looked up and down at Ouyang Rong:

"What do you want to know about this?"

"Curious." His face was calm.

Li Guer was quiet for a while, his face became a little serious, and he nodded:

"A woman's nickname can only be known to people close to her, not to mention that she is the current emperor, and such private matters cannot be spread randomly."

"I know... huh, you're..."

Ouyang Rong was about to reply, but he got stuck because Li Guer had already gotten up without saying a word, walked to Li Mu's desk, pinched the pen holder, and wrote a small word on a piece of white paper.

Ouyang Rong walked over and took a look.

Li Guer wrote again and carefully cut the word away, leaving only a stained ink ball on the rice paper.

Ouyang Rong was not surprised by her actions. He turned his head and looked out the window and frowned slightly:

"Is the word Zhao... It's a bit different from what I guessed before. It seems that the two worlds are still somewhat different."

He murmured to himself, his voice subtle.

"What's the difference?" Li Juer pricked up his ears and heard only a few words.

"nothing."

After resolving the doubts, Ouyang Rong's face was boring and he made a random talk: "I just think this word is a bit delicate, which is not in line with my impression of a founding empress with an iron-fisted force."

"Delicate?" Li Juer shook his head and curled his lips speechlessly: "What words are not delicate, but they are in line with your impression?"

Ouyang Rong took the pen holder with the ink still full of her hand, and casually put the pen on the paper, writing a word.

"Why have you never seen this?" Li You'er frowned slightly, looked down at her head, glanced at her eyes, and looked curious: "The upper and lower parts are clear... what is the way to pronounce it? Is this really the word?"

Ouyang Rong smiled and thought softly: "Zhao."

Homophone with Zhao.

Li Juer thought hard, but still didn't recognize him. He shook his head slightly: "I haven't heard of it."

Ouyang Rong joked: "Looking at this word, the sun and the moon are in the sky, it is like the glory of Her Majesty's grace shines on the brilliance of the world. Is it very consistent? It's better than Zhao?"

Li Guer was stunned, looked at Ouyang Rong, and then looked down at the ink words on the paper.

After a long quiet time, she suddenly looked up and asked seriously: "Where does this word come from? What ancient books of sages come from?"

Ouyang Rong half-jokingly said, "Can't it be me?"

Li Juer's eyes were a little complicated, and he stared at his face for a long time.

Just thinking it was a small episode, Ouyang Rong glanced at the dark night outside the window, turned his head and filled Liwuer's tea cup, hinting to see him off.

Li Guer stood up, folded a few pieces of rice paper with the word "囗" written on it, and silently stuffed it into his sleeves, with a calm face.

Ouyang Rong didn't care either and saw the guests out.

In front of the courtyard, Li Guer suddenly stopped and turned around, and the lantern in his hand illuminated Ouyang Rong's face:

"Ouyang Lianghan, you have been careless about many things recently, and you even occasionally become impatient... Do you want to resign from office and retire?"

Ouyang Rong looked at her serious face, and chuckled and shook her head:

"What are you guessing? I'll send it here, I won't be far away."

Li Guer looked at his relaxed expression and narrowed his eyes gently: "I will keep it a secret for you. If you don't tell Sister Xie and the others, you don't have to hide it from me."

Ouyang Rong looked at her sideways and showed an expression of "What did you say? I don't understand."

Li Juer nodded and didn't pursue it too much: "It's okay, it's good if you don't, but..."

She paused, and asked casually, "Do you have any gifts to give to me?"

Ouyang Rong:...

Li Guer wanted to speak but stopped.

Someone looked down upon: "Hey, it's too much. You are from a royal family and have a wealthy family. You still have to ask me for gifts repeatedly? I'm sorry that I'm poor in my next family and have nothing to give me."

Li Guer blinked, then said in a relaxed tone: "It's just a joke. But I... like the song "Go Back to Come" you gave me very much."

Ouyang Rong just thought it was a polite word, and said a few polite words, and sent away the little girl with plum blossom makeup who was still reluctant to leave.

In front of the door, he turned around and rubbed his stiff cheeks hard, muttering:

"Why do you think this woman is getting more and more evil..."

Back at Meiyingzhai, she sent Caishou and other clingy maids. By the window, Li Guer looked up at the "Bright Moon" in the sky. She reached out and took out his words from her sleeve, stood in the moonlight, looked down at her head, and was stunned:

"I still have the talent to make characters... the sun and the moon are in the sky. Is it Wei Zhao... I like it very much, and my grandmother should also like it..."

After thinking for a moment, she took out a luxurious short sword from the cabinet, which was a gift from the Wei family.

Li Guer waved it away casually, and a corner of the thick red sandalwood table was broken and fell.

On the nearby windowsill, a lame white cat named Butterfly Slave was lying on the ground and did not dare to move at all. It was once very rebellious, and the sword wound on its leg was vividly remembered.

"The sword is still good, I don't know if it's better to kill people."

The little girl supported her chin and whispered to the moon.

After sorting out the detailed outline, first lay the groundwork and make the transition.
Chapter completed!